Puntabulous

Another year that Cupid missed,
That big target on my back.
Why won’t that little flying fucker,
Cut me a single ounce of slack?

Through the year I smile and flirt,
Sometimes I’ll even show some leg.
But rarely ever do I ever,
Fit the circle with the peg.

Please, oh please, don’t get me wrong,
There’s more to life than getting laid.
But sex is like a marching band,
And life’s raining on my parade.

Why can’t my Tarzan, take a swing,
On a vine and save this dork?
But vines are hard to come by,
When you’re living in New York.

Deep inside I really don’t mind,
Being alone on this crappy day.
I know one day I’ll find my love,
And grow boring, old, and even gray.

He did little all day long,
His stories were his life,
No children to call his own,
Nor a love to call his wife.

So many stories in his mind,
And yet he told no single one,
He was just a strange, old man,
Whom people took for stricken dumb.

Once a year, he’d leave his house,
For a walk around the lake,
An old tree limb for a cane,
Gentle footprints in his wake.

I saw this man one day,
And right away I knew the key,
The way he told his timeless stories,
They’re not to hear, but just to see.

I was told of all his tales,
By one look upon his face,
I did not need a single word,
For they would only go to waste.

Every wrinkle in his skin,
All the flicker in his eyes,
The slight shuffle in his legs,
His mouth the shape of morning tides.

His tales streamed forth forever on,
With the wind, rose in the sky,
Too great for tiny, mortal words,
To a place they’d never die.

Let your worries of today,
Pass on to nevermore.
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
What it has for you in store?

Rest easy dear child,
Let the future bring what may.
You’ll be ready, you’ll be willing,
For tomorrow’s brand new day.

Dream of sweetness, dream of light,
Dream of happiness coming soon.
May the dreams of your heart,
Shine as bright as the moon.

Climb a tree within the woods,
Swim as far as we can go.
Run as fast as leopards can,
Where it ends, just we will know.

What a magic world this is,
Everyday is something new.
There is nothing I want more,
Than to explore this world with you.

Fly a spaceship to the moon,
From a swing set in the yard.
Camp out in a dangerous jungle,
In a tent beneath the stars.

It’s something big and small,
For me and you to share.
For people short and tall,
For groups or just a pair.

I found this magic hat,
With magic still inside.
It’s not a magic cat,
Or a magic carpet ride.

It’s how I cheer you up,
When you are feeling blue.
Or just to say “Hello”,
Or “Goodness I love you!”

I love this magic hat,
With magic still inside.
And when I take it out,
I open my arms wide.

I know just how you feel,
Being sad is not much fun.
If you think you are alone,
Than you’re not the only one.

I have a helpful tip,
To help you with that frown.
It’s something that I use,
For when I’m feeling down.

What a season for TV,
There is magic all around.
When the world is dark and grey,
TV never lets me down.

While I still enjoy the Wives,
Grey’s Anatomy has it beat.
Watch that guy break out of jail,
What a gorgeous hunk of meat.

Biggest Loser gains my love,
While the people lose the weight.
My life is so much like The Office,
Can Jim take me on a date?

Veronica Mars solves all the crimes,
While Lost is on an island far.
But they’re on at the same time,
God bless my sweet, sweet DVR.

Yes, Survivor is still on,
Who’d of thought it’d last this long?
Thursday’s one great big fat night,
It gets two verses in this song.

The OC is not as good,
As the golden days of yore.
Donald says that you are fired,
Go on and march right out that door.

Then we’re down to weekend shows,
Nothing’s on, let’s go outside!
No forget it, let us not,
We’ll watch reruns of Family Guy.

Here is a poem I wrote to express my love of The O.C. Don’t read it if you’re still catching up with past seasons!

I’m so glad the fall is here,
I’m full of zealousness and glee.
For what reason, do you ask?
But of course for new O.C.!

Ryan Atwood doesn’t smile,
While Seth Cohen’s quite a clown.
Marisa Cooper’s much too skinny,
Summer never let’s me down.

Sandy and Kiki rock the house,
They’re the parents of the year.
Shoot someone? Take some drugs?
They’ll take you in without a fear.

Julie Cooper is a bitch,
But I love her anyway.
Jimmy Cooper’s back in town,
Since old Caleb passed away.

People tend to come and go,
Alex, Lindsay, Luke and Zach.
But if you can not fit right in,
Then we do not want you back.

It doesn’t ever seem to rain,
Newport Beach is quite a town.
Though it did rain that one time,
When Seth was hanging upside-down.

Bait Shop is the place to be,
How do they get those bands?
That’s where Alex met Marisa,
Did you see them holding hands?

Teresa lied and had her baby,
Who’s the daddy? We don’t know.
But please, oh please, do not be Ryan,
Or it’s back to crap Chino.

So much happens in a week,
Much too much to fit in here.
Don’t get me started on that Oliver,
Or I’ll be yelling for a year.

I could go on here for days,
But I’m running out of rhymes.
Tune in Thursdays, Fox at Eight,
For some guaranteed good times.